TheFurFiles

I am part of a wonderful and supportive group called Generation Fabulous (#GenFab). Every month, we do a blog hop. In the past, we’ve written letters to our twenty-year-old selves, and we’ve talked about how we met our better halves. 

This month, the topic is “celebrity crush”. Here is my contribution. See the end for more articles on this topic.

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Every time my kids see a picture of me when I was younger, they say I looked like a boy. Thanks spawn. I love you too.

I don’t usually fantasize about people I can’t have. I think it’s pointless, like I’m never going to get Johnny Depp into my bed, so why get all hot and bothered over his hip style and his breathtakingly gorgeous physical appearance?

Now ask me if I’ve ever thought about the meat guy at the deli near my house – he’s cuter than you might imagine – or the sexy firefighter who lives down the street, and you’ve got me.

That doesn’t mean that I’ve never owned a Shaun Cassidy t-shirt, or pinned pictures of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and Colin Farrell (with baby goat) onto my Pinterest site. Admittedly, I’ve done both. (I don’t know what’s up with the baby goat, but it’s cute and so is he.)

Source: mlkshk.com.

But those guys are just eye candy. Looking at pictures of them is like looking around the shoe department at Nordstrom’s when you know you can’t buy anything. Pleasant enough, but once you leave, the images fade pretty quick.  Unless you see a pair of Jimmy Choo snakeskin stilettos, and then they stick with you for the rest of your life. Same as Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds, Sam Worthington, Jude Law, Chris Hemsworth (OMG), Chris Pine, Mads Mikkelsen, Ian Somerhalder, Alexander Skarsgard, and of course, Mark Wahlberg.

So if we are talking about a “celebrity crush” – as in someone I just can’t get out of my head, or someone I’ve imagined slowly undressing me in a candlelit room – then I’d say it’s not usually a man (or a woman) at all, but rather a role that a particular person plays in a movie.

I’ll give you an example – Denzel Washington in the film Out Of Time. The man was hot – so hot that some of the scenes had me melting into my faux-suede couch. I’ve watched that film a good nine or ten times (maybe more), and I’ll concede, I usually attack my husband after each and every heavenly viewing. My husband thinks it’s because of his “innate charm”. Yes dear, you’re right.

But was it Denzel I was really longing for? No. In fact, not too long ago, I saw him being interviewed by Ryan Seacrest at the Golden Globes. He was there with his daughter. When he spoke I thought to myself, Wow, he’s just a regular guy – normal, kind of boring even. He was no longer that sexy, devil-may-care rake that I’d drooled over in the comfort of my darkened living room, me snuggled under the blankets, one hand inside my…oh, never mind. There was definitely something missing. I therefore conclude that it was never Denzel in the first place, but Matt Lee Whitlock – police chief and resident bad boy – who had me so enamored.

And yes, there HAVE been others.

Like Robert Redford’s character in the movie Out Of Africa. I’ve been stuck on Denys Finch Halton for years. Can you say “I bought the special edition of that puppy on Amazon even though it cost me well over thirty bucks”?

Then there’s Robert Downey Jr. in the movie Fur. Strange that I’d give my left leg to be seduced by a man who looks a little like Chewbacca. Go figure.

Viggo Mortensen in “A Walk On The Moon”. Source: tumblr.com.

Or how about Viggo Mortensen as the “blouse man” in A Walk On The Moon? I’d wear tie-dye for him any day. A-N-Y D-A-Y! And if he ever wanted to take me to a secluded waterfall and have his way with me against the rocks, I’d be there with bells on…and that’s about it.

Finally, there’s Tony Leung Chiu Wai in anything. Seriously, every movie I’ve ever seen him in – In The Mood For Love, 2046, Lust Caution – has left me with my tongue dragging on the floor. Christian Grey who?

Tony Leung. Source: english.cri.cn.

What I find quite interesting is that all of these characters seem to share the same sort of personality traits. They are all mysterious, quietly confident, intensely sensual men, not to mention that they are all handsome beyond imagining…kind of like my husband.

And speaking of my husband, if you really must know, he is my ultimate celebrity crush. He even looks like Djimon Hounsou mixed with Michael Jordon – he really does. And I know this sounds uber sappy (and why would I say it if it weren’t true), but there is no one else I think about – ever.

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Note to those of you who are still here – to those of you who haven’t raced off to watch something on ESPN: I knew that my husband was going to read this, but only the last paragraph or so. Men are like that.

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For more fun, go to the first post in this blog hop at The Chloe Chronicles. She has all the links. WordPress can be difficult sometimes.